On the way back to the clan last time, it was because Zhenye Mountain City lit the incense altar to ask for help from the past cultivators that Su Jing became acquainted with Bai Yi, the later founding emperor of the Great Hong Kingdom. Su Jing got the ghost robe, the Nine-Nine Golden Sword and the Thirteen Ghost Generals.
, there is an additional fairy tale called "Tu Wan" in the human world.
At that time, Su Jing was just starting out, and he was still holding a sword and fighting for justice.
Now that there is a dragon in the Great Sage Jue, he heard that there is trouble in the world, so he naturally wants to go down and check it out.
Su Jing lowered his head and rushed to the place where the incense altar was lit: a house in a remote village in the mountains.
His spiritual sense swept over him, and his five senses suddenly opened up. There was nothing unusual about the village or the house. Not to mention monsters and monsters, there was not even a big dog. It was afternoon, and the small mountain village was peaceful and quiet. When Su Jing came down, he was not carrying the wind.
Stepping on fire never disturbed anyone.
Falling in the courtyard, Su Jing's ears could still hear the sound of bowls, chopsticks and spoons clinking together in the main room. The family was eating, and the incense altar for prayers was placed in the courtyard, smoking and no one cared about it.
You must know that the praying incense altar is not an ordinary object. Only with the scale of Zhenye Mountain City back then was it qualified to collect one.
Su Jing and Fan Qiao looked at each other with puzzled and amused expressions. Fan Qiao coughed and asked: "Under Lishan Gate, the owner of Guangmingding is here. Who uses the incense altar for praying for spirits? Come and meet me quickly."
See."
Fan Qiao's voice was neither too loud nor too quiet, and the family could hear it steadily, but the shout would not float outside the courtyard and disturb others. This is the difference between the righteous disciples and the monster guards. If there is a black wind, Qiu Ping'an is here,
A roar would have shattered three thousand tiles long ago.
‘Huh?’ someone in the house whispered. A fat old man, a family of five, came running into the yard with a fat old lady, a strong son, a thin daughter-in-law and a fat grandson. The fat old man’s face was full of surprise and he glanced at:
The two young men were ordinary, but the old man with a white beard had a charming look in his eyes. He looked like an immortal when he casually stood on the ground.
The fat old man looked at the sword boy and said with uncontrollable joy: "Are you serious, are you really a god? The old man has traveled thousands of miles to pay his respects to the old god."
The old god waved his hand and stopped their worship. He asked out of curiosity: "Where did the incense altar come from?"
Old man Wang told the reason.
The prayer incense altar is passed down from ancestors, and it has been passed down through generations. The ancestors of Lao Wang's family were once prominent, but their family fortunes have long since declined. The ten generations from Lao Wang upwards are all ordinary people.
The old man heard from his father that this incense altar could summon immortals, but he was doubtful.
Fan Qiao nodded, did not listen to the old man's continued chatter, and asked directly: "Why use the incense altar to seek help from Xiu Xiujia?"
Old Man Wang blinked after hearing this: "Please help? No need to save me. I have something to do. I want to ask the Xian family for a favor, but I am not asking for help."
Su Jing stretched out his hand and extinguished the incense altar. It is still hard to tell that Old Wang's matter is not serious and there is no need to alarm other cultivators. At the same time, Su Jing said: "Just tell me what happened."
"The little old man wants to sell a family heirloom and has made an appointment with two buyers to meet in the afternoon. One is a young man with a cold appearance, but he doesn't look like a villain; but the other one can do magic and has a rather vicious temper. My treasure
It is also valuable and the little old man is afraid that if he can't negotiate a deal, he will rob it by force, so he remembers that there is an incense altar passed down at home. If I can invite gods to help me control the town, then it will be safe."
Fan Qiao looked strange: "Calling a cultivator just for this matter? What do you think of a cultivator?"
Old Man Wang could see that the old god was unhappy, and he was trying to say something but didn't know how to say it.
Su Jing was an old man from a mountain village who had no experience at all and took things for granted. How could Su Jing care about anything with him? He smiled and said, "I've been rushing for days and it's time to take a break. I'll give you a chance to see him in the old town."
Old man Wang is still worried. The young man's words don't count, the main thing depends on the old god's face.
Fan Qiao would not be angry because of this kind of thing, but more likely to find it ridiculous. Besides, when Su Jing opened his mouth, he would of course nod.
The whole family in the mountain village was happy. Mrs. Wang was making arrangements to invite the three of them to come in and sit down. She also asked diligently: "Have you eaten, old immortal? Do you want to have a meal? I will go and make arrangements right away." After saying this, she took her children with her.
The daughter-in-law went to set up the incense table, and the gods smelled the incense and treated it like food. The old lady knew this rule.
Fan Qiao shook her head helplessly: "If you don't want to eat, stop being busy."
Su Jingze asked with a smile: "Do you have any good treasures to sell? Can you give me some insights?"
"The little god who inspired me was passed down together with this incense altar, a piece of white iron." Mentioning the treasure, Old Man Wang lowered his voice: "It's dim on weekdays, but when the moon is full, if you put your ear against the white iron, you can hear it.
There was a soft tinkling sound inside, like the sound of swords clashing."
After saying this, Su Jing was surprised, and Fan Qiao was surprised that the white iron the old man mentioned was clearly a piece of Taiyi gold essence.
Su Jing asked: "How big is it?"
"The size of a small watermelon."
Su Jing and Fan Qiao gasped together. Elder Lishan Gongye's Taiyi Jinjing was as big as his palm, and he regarded it as a treasure. The old man actually had a 'little watermelon' in his hand. Sure enough, the world is so big, and there are endless weird things.
This treasure is not only sold by the old man, but also by generations of people who have been selling it. However, ordinary people do not know the goods, so they have never sold it. Unexpectedly, a few days ago, the old man Wang suddenly found two buyers.
Su Jing became more and more curious and couldn't help but ask: "You asked us to help you handle the business, aren't you afraid that we will steal your treasure?"
Old man Wang looked confused: "How could a god steal my things?"
Taiyi gold essence is divided into four levels, iron grey, silver white, golden yellow and colorful. The old man's 'little watermelon' is far inferior to Su Jing's collection. But this thing is enough to make Elder Gongye go crazy.
At this moment, a voice came from far away: "Old Wang, I'm here, is your baby ready?" As he spoke, a black wind rolled in and flew from the foot of the mountain, and no one could see it.
When Hui Kung Fu fell into the Old Man's Courtyard, the dark wind dispersed, and a tall and powerful man appeared. He had a leopard head, ringed eyes, and a beard like a steel needle. He looked really ferocious.
When the big man landed, he looked at Fan Qiao first. Without paying any attention, he patted his bag and thought about the dazzling golden light. A piece of gold bar was scattered on the ground. The big man said directly to the old man: "These golds combined weigh more than you. Quickly."
Show me that treasure quickly, if it is real, the gold is yours."
The Taiyi Gold Essence is a treasure in the eyes of the Xiu family. It cannot be measured by worldly money. However, the person who sells the treasure is a mortal. As long as the old man thinks it is worth it, it is enough.
As long as he is willing to buy and sell, Su Jing doesn't care. If he had gone to Southern Wasteland, he might have offered a price to buy this treasure back to Lishan, but now, the big statue in his hand is enough for Elder Gongye's third
Eight generations of disciples have reached immortality through training, and there is not much use for such an extra piece.
The old man was dazzled by the gold and nodded repeatedly: "It's for sale. It's for sale. I just ask you to wait a moment. There is a customer coming."
To outsiders, it sounded like he was greedy and wanted to wait for a new price. In fact, he really wronged Old Man Wang. He had never seen so much gold in his dreams, and he didn't think that another buyer would pay more. He just discussed it in advance.
If people haven't even seen a good thing, it would be unkind to go there in vain.
The big man had no patience and said angrily: "How could someone else offer a better price? How can I have time to waste time here with you!"
Although this person looks fierce, he is selling real money after all, and he should be a disciple of Zhengdao. So Su Jing said politely: "The guest must be arriving soon, please be more patient."
Before he could finish speaking, the big man's eyes suddenly brightened and he glared at Su Jing: "Who are you?"
Old man Wang responded from the side: "These three are the immortals from Guangming Peak in Lishan Mountain."
The big man is a practitioner and has far more knowledge than the old man. He was stunned when he heard this. His tone became much more restrained, but his brows were still furrowed: "Seriously?"
Su Jing smiled and asked, "Why, is there always someone pretending to be a Lishan disciple?"
This sentence is to the point. The majesty of Tianzong cannot be easily offended. Who on the spiritual path dares to pretend to be a disciple of Lishan easily? Moreover, Lishan is located in the southeast of the Middle Earth. Although Su Jing and others are currently located, they have not entered Lishan's sphere of influence.
But we are very close. Do you think you are living too happily here by pretending to be a disciple of the Sword Sect?
In addition, not long ago, soldiers from the Southern Wilderness invaded the territory. Afterwards, Chen Xiaosheng spread the news that it was a group of demons who sent Su Jing, the junior master of Lishan Guangmingding, back to the Middle Earth. This matter was heard by all the sects in the Middle Earth, and the big man also knew about it.
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At this time, Fan Qiao's thoughts moved slightly, and his Qi flowed and his expression was revealed. He was born in Tianzong, practiced the true Dharma, and was married to a cultivator of the Aquarius body. The magnanimity he displayed couldn't be faked no matter what.
The big man's realm was far away. He was immediately taken by Fan Qiao. His expression became fierce, and he bowed to Fan Qiao and said: "Shiyuan Cave in Dade Mountain, Li Zhao, a junior of Shiyuan Zhenren's sect, pays homage to Senior Su."
Following Li Zhao, he saluted Su Jing and Xiaoxiang Liu: "Li Zhao has met these two senior brothers."
Knowing Lishan Guangmingding, he naturally knew Su Jing, but how could Li Zhao know who Su Jing was? The old man with a white beard had an amazing appearance, and he must be the master uncle of Lishan.
Suddenly, a burst of laughter rang out from outside the courtyard: "This fellow Taoist from Dade Mountain has really bad vision."
Amidst the laughter, a young man opened the courtyard door and walked in.
A man in his twenties, wearing a purple robe, with ordinary facial features but slightly raised outer corners of his eyes, adding to his aloof arrogance.
The man was smiling, but his eyes were cold.
From the perspective of Old Man Wang, Li Zhao and even Fan Qiao, this man was just an ordinary person. But when Xiao Xiangliu saw him, his eyes flashed, and his usually hard face showed excitement. Su Jing also
He raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at the other person with interest.
Li Zhao was not a bad person, but he was born with a bad temper. He frowned and looked at the visitor: "Who are you? What's wrong with my vision?"
"I am another buyer." Ziyi suppressed his smile, and his voice became cold: "The owner of Lishan Guangmingding is standing in front of you, but you have worshiped the wrong person. Isn't this look ridiculous?"
After saying that, he looked at Fan Qiao with a hint of contempt, and then glanced at Su Jing. Finally, he nodded slightly to the young Prime Minister Liu: "Su Daoyou has a great reputation. I saw it today. It's pretty good. Compared with
Those people with false reputations are much better." (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to become a registered member of Piaotian Literature to recommend this work. Your support is my biggest motivation.)